Something I Want To Tell You

(Dee B killed the beat)

There's something I want to tell you

There's something I think that you should know

I was used to exquisite dishes like

Lobster tails, scampi, sautéed fishes

So good, you lick the sauce off of your finger

The garbage can's greasing a stinger

I'm tryna hide the fact I'm frying but the smell lingers

And many niggas done told but shouldn't have

Been in the game, I call 'em third stringers

Just for the hell of it, get caught and start that telling shit

My bed was in the same room as the toilet and sink but it's small

Small enough to tell Marni and Dom that he sleeps in the stall

Small enough for me to spread my arms and I touch all the walls

Real enough for me to go home, stay in touch with my dawgs

I'm busier than most but find time to answer your calls

To take you to the streets when we

Talk 'cause I know that you lost, huh

I know that little things brighten your days

I tell you 'bout this new bitch that

I fucked, throwin' light on your shade

You ask me 'bout my music and I tell you I'm writing away

Steer clear away from niggas, swear to God, they got frightening ways

And the feds wanna career me like I was a job

I told parole I'm workin' to stay free, tell me that ain't a job

It's bad enough that they killing us off

I seen signs like Batman symbols, no villains involved

I don't just rap to sound street, I'm really involved

I done did things I know homicide never could solve

Jeezy in the kennel locked down, he forever my dawg

Bonita H. cut and a blender, I had a ménage

Happy and sadness blended

Everything ain't splendid 'cause I come from the trenches

I once sold my soul, was hoping for a better living

Tried to purchase it back and noticed it was more expensive

I gotta ride with some niggas who won't abort my missions

I gotta ride with some niggas I know for sure ain't snitching

I had to slide for my nigga like greasy floors in kitchens

I stuff a buck in my denims, I'll probably rip the stitching, huh

And the streets know I sold the most dope like I'm Mac

Life's too precious and when you die, ain't no getting it back

Me and Rose on this first class, we don't sit in the back

That's road to Rosa Parks, if you know me, I'm mentioning facts

When Wes was putting on for the Berg, I was pitching the pack

Me and B in that gold Cyrus with bricks in the back

Gave my fiend a half a joint, he gave me two clips and a MAC

Was looking like a mop was hanging out, ain't no slipping with that

Rap was cool but drugs got me paid, I was sticking with that

Trials and tribulations had a young nigga sick in the hat

When trials and tribulations happen to me, I'm quick to react

They push negative vibes but ain't notice I shifted it back

Was down so long, my closest ones

Could tell how I grow through the bid

I had loved ones abandon me, my heart done got cold as a fridge

My cousins send me pictures once a year probably showing they kids

I used to have to call, I was lost, I ain't know who it is

These dark times helped me see who was there

'Cause when the light shine, you was here, I ain't see it too clear

And I'm a breadwinner, it was never I needed you here

So if I drop our bond just to prove it, I'm leaving it there

Penthouse suite, comfy seat with my feet in the air

I don't smoke but Kells, like Mahomes, he got chief in the air

I risk for rewards, you'll be broke if your weakness is fear

I only fear God and that nigga I see in the mirror, huh

There's something I want to tell you

There's something I think that you should know